Kent drove a black Chevrolet SUV into Ophix's compound. However, it was just this one vehicle and no other convoys. He cut the engine after parking right and stepped out, making his way to the trunk.
Ophix emerged from the back seat, her dark robes rustling through the ground as she joined him at the rear of the vehicle.
Yaela lay unconscious in the trunk, her breathing shallow but steady, as Ophix extended her hand toward the girl, causing violet energy to shimmer around her fingers. The mystical force enveloped Yaela's limp form, lifting her gently into the air where she floated behind Ophix.
The witch began walking toward her mansion. Kent, bold enough to break the silence, then asked, "What will you do to her?"
The black witch's head tilted slightly backward toward him, and a cold smile spread across her lips. She said nothing in reply to him, before sstepping through the ornate doors of her house, Yaela's floating form following behind her.
